He drove away, and in the woods which he had to pass through on the road to another hotel he overtook the figure of a man pacing rapidly. He easily recognized Gregory, but he bore him no malice. "Like a lift?" he asked, slowing up beside him.
"No, thank you," said Gregory. "I'm out for the walk." He looked round furtively, and then put his hand on the side of the wagon, mechanically, as if to detain it, while he walked on.
"Did you sell the slippers to the young lady?"
"Well, not as you may say sell, exactly," returned the shoeman, cautiously.
"Have you—got them yet?" asked the student.
"Guess so," said the man. "Like to see 'em?"
He pulled up his horse.
Gregory faltered a moment. Then he said, "I'd like to buy them. Quick!"
He looked guiltily about, while the shoeman alertly obeyed, with some delay for a box to put them in. "How much are they?"
"Well, that's a custom made slipper, and the price to the lady that oddid'em was seven dollas. But I'll let you have 'em for three—if you want 'em for a present."—The shoeman was far too discreet to permit himself anything so overt as a smile; he merely let a light of intelligence come into his face.